Black Boy with (J)oy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 05, 2018

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What does it mean to be a black man in love? Does his uncoil for the hand he dreams of or does his chilled heart melt away because of the fire within her eyes? The world puts him last so he climbs and grinds to prove that potential and dreams are open to all who seek it. The world becomes blinded by his power to manifest a future everybody wanted to steal. (The black man is bright.) The side nobody knows, if he is a real man, comes from behind his eyes and beneath his chest. Jewels of wisdom and tenderness are bestowed from the queens in his life. In his heart he knows her love is much too pure for even him to claim it as his own, his smile was the prize the wolves envied. How can one man express so much pride in his skin without society shackling his aspirations? His confidence graces him with a power that moves the blood within his veins. His ability to shine wherever he was became an instant marvel. The wolves' stomaches growled waiting for the meal to be given while the black man knew he had to hunt for it. Despite the soreness of lifting the world on his back, he stretches his arms to the stars. He grabs one for himself, two for his woman. He treasures her not for her beauty but for her strength. Her brown palms leak honey and oil without losing grin of the chains on her king. She breaks this bondage all while wearing a stable crown. From her liberating him, he smiles. His spirits cleanses itself in wine made from the fruits of his labor. His scars and smile are showcased as proof that the mind is a force without bounds. He is free. Not because he forgot his race. He is simply a black boy with (j)oy.


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